RTÉ Radio 1’s Christmas Poetry Programme 2019
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Poem of the week
aches the window corner and sweeps the field.
Husks the milkweed, blues the corn, is after
the flint of your wrist with the same grey
tendril that slows sap in the quarter living
inch of wet laburnum. Call it fleet. Call it
the sense turning your head in a high wind
all this time someone has been singing from
